To Be Real
Dear friend, I have to tell you something.
I have been so impatient. I am impatient. And my impatience instills fear that I will be left behind, left out, and be nothing in this World. And my fear then transpires into stress and judgement, which then causes me to rush everything. And in this giant rush and push to hurry up life, I leave you behind. I leave you out. And, I actually really am nothing when I am pushing to be someone tomorrow, not today. I am just so impatient.
And as I sit here writing this, I realize I have a question for you.
If I slow down and chill out. If I can see what is in front of me, when I see you in front of me and love, love, love. If I listen. If I believe harder. If I stumble and fall. If I radically fail. If I allow space and time to be space and time. If I stop proving and stop speaking so loudly over others. If I stop complaining and start creating.
Will you, will you wait for me
Please wait for me.
Dear World, will you wait for me?